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But they still didn’t feel like they belonged on my body. “It’s cute,” Maeve said, cocking her head to the side, a slight frown marring her lips. “But it’s not party cute.” “Party cute?” She nodded, and then her shoulders lifted into a shrug. “Yeah, party cute,” she repeated. “You need to wear something hot… something that screams 'Kade’s girl.” I cringed. “Kade’s girl?” I asked, my nose crinkling like I smelled something bad.

she ordered, pointing to a low stool at the edge of the circle. Sable didn’t move. Maeven’s gaze sharpened. “Sable Hart, you are not in charge of your fear right now. Sit.” Sable’s stomach twisted at the sound of her name in Maeven’s mouth. Still, she lowered herself onto the stool, moving carefully, ribs screaming with each shift. Maeven knelt beside the bowl and dipped two fingers into the blood. She drew a line on the floor—one smooth stroke—then another, forming a symbol that looked too similar to the mark on Sable’s wrist.

I decided to go upstairs, grabbing an armful of cardboard boxes that Gretchen had rested against the stairs. We only had a day to prepare Rowan and Maeve for their new lives, after all. *** The color of the walls in Maeve's room was a deep violet, of course. She loved the color purple. It matched her bedspread, a thick quilt made of varying shades of purple fabric and well-worn from years of use. I folded the quilt into a tight square, having a feeling that Maeve would want to keep it.

I could tell they were barely able to hold on, either from yelling at her pretentious wishes or running for the hill with no payment. The first floor of our home was totally transformed. Many dark-colored balloons in red, blue, and green were placed on the walls and near the doors. On them were painted dozens of characters from famous games like, League of Legends and World of Warcraft to Super Mario. Two-meter high cartoon figures of elves, dwarfs, archers, assassins, superheroes, and scary creatures were peaking from every corner with serious expressions on their faces.

The girl looked up from her novel and gave Camden and Valerie a stare. “Nerd.” Camden coughed, smirking at the girl on glasses and when Valerie and the girl gave him a stare, he stopped. “I’m Maeve.” The girl said, stretching her hand forth to Valerie with a smile. “Valerie, but, you can call me Val.” Valerie took her hand with a smile of hers. “I’m Camden.” Camden answered as he forwarded his own hand to Maeve who gave it a look and completely ignored him. “What’s your major?” She asked, turning to Valerie who snickered, suppressing her laugh.

Jane whimpered, trying to get away as her wolf was too weak to heal her because of the injuries in her body. “Next time, I hope you will be nicer to people,” Maeve said, looking at her. Her clothes were still intact in her body, her hair, which she blew dried, was messy with blood. Her make up was smeared, Maeve felt pity, but she knew Jane didn’t deserve her pity. She was horrible, treated her horribly, so she deserved everything. The arena was silent as everything played in slow motion. Maeve raised her leg, breaking Jane’s chest and ribs with her feet.

He started the car and drove towards the gate where the security men opened the door and he drove out. Maeve flipped out her phone and turned it on. She scrolled through it, clicking on Twitter and as usual, the first tweet that popped up was a picture of Dominic and some girl thirsting over him. She rolled her eyes and exited the app. As the car rolled by the road, she looked up and she almost screamed in frustration when the first billboard she saw had Dominic Fitz face on it. "What the fuck is going on?!" She growled. "Ugh, I hate his face. I hate his stupid disgusting face," she growled again.

The last thing I wanted was for Maeve to grow suspicious because we were acting it. I need to be transparent with her, to lay myself bare before her and let her see me exactly how I’m going to be from now on. “I’m feeling sleepy now, and that stupid grin on your face is bound to haunt me, but….” His voice trailed off as he yawned, “I’ll still sleep.” He added. “Goodnight.” I muttered, Levi nodded and the screen went blank before my homescreen wallpaper glared right at me. It was a picture of Maeve eating, she had nothing but her bra and panties on. She was in her rawest form and god, I didn’t think I’ve seen a woman as beautiful as she is.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

Hearing about Beauden makes Mel curious, and he agrees to attack Fierce Growlers. Maeve smirks thinking about Mel and his men killing Wisdom. She didn't feel it was important to tell Mel she wanted Beauden dead because he rejected all of her advances. Maeve is walking naked toward the bathroom until he grabs her and throws her on the bed. “You're not going any damn where yet. Did you believe I would agree to do you dirt and not get anything for it? Last night and this morning were pleasures this is business. Damn it I want my payment.” He slaps her clit with his shaft before ramming his hard shaft into her core. ******